How Ill

Listen, I got crazy skills
 I'ma tell you like this
 I'm so ill I snatch the food out the hungry lion's mouth
 Jog from Brooklyn to DC on I 95 south
 Without getting fatigued I travel at light speed
 Get shot with a bazooka, dog can barely bleed
 I can touch a lightning bolt, and not get shocked
 Put shots at the president and won't get knocked no shittin'
 Swim with the sharks and I ain't never been bitten
 Have Nelson Mandela quoting the shit that I'm spitting
 Make one phone call I get pulled me apart
 And another call I kick it with Osama Bin Laden
 Have every lesbian chick, begging for dick
 Make that nigga Al Sharpton cut off that old perm shit
 Spit fire out my mouth like the mythical dragon
 Own a unicorn horn; smoke the blunt with the leprechaun
 Squash ghetto beef before the weapons are drawn
 Bring lash back to life and put his black ass on
 To get this ill takes practice
 I'm so ill I have mike Bloomberg cutting me checks
 Pimps instruct they hoes to pay me for sex
 I make extra chips teaching David Blaine tricks
 NASA called my lab before they launch rocket ships
 So ill, Jackie Chan calls me the black version
 After finished rapping I'ma be a brain surgeon
 I can see the planets clearly without a telescope
 Went to Rome to rock so they try to make me the Pope
 I have Oprah in the crib posing for exotic flicks
 Take a trip to Fort Knox and pick up like 80 bricks
 Free all of the wrongfully imprisoned people out of jail
 And when I'm finished with Oprah ill snap flicks of Gail
 Ill rip the mic all night without taking a breath
 Swim the Atlantic Ocean without taking a rest
 I always win so gamblers place your bets
 I'm taking MC's to Maury for maternity tests
 To get this Ill takes practice
 And it goes like this
 I'm so ill they model computer chips after my brain
 When a county in drought they call the kids for rain
 Bring peace to the Gaza strip cause I got so much clout
 Mario owe me dough for knocking Donkey Kong out
 Wolfgang Puck gave me paper to teach me to cook
 JK Rowlings asked me to write the next harry potter book
 I can feed a million people with my peacea and jada
 Darth Vader don't really know I'm Luke Skywalker father
 I spend my down time writing scripts for Scorsese
 When I blow shit up I make the terrorists hate me
 I'ma probably end up living until I'm one hundred and eighty
 My stamina so legendary, wonder women trying to date me
 My touch cures the sick, like an antibiotic
 Slap up Steve Austin, and short out his bionics
 Rap to a point just like a navy seal gunner
 I'm taking shit over this summer and every summer
 To get this Ill takes practice.